As I kneaded Lily's dough-like ass, she pulled me tighter into her chest, burying my face between her assets. My breath came in shallow gasps, and something was getting harder in my pajamas. My little "Ben" had now become "Big Ben," standing at full attention under my pajamas forming a tent.
Lily chuckled softly, her voice dripping with amusement. "What do we have here? It seems the young master has all grown up."
She reached down and took hold of my dick through my pajamas, stroking gently. A surge of sensation shot through me, making my mind go blank. My grip on her tightened, one hand squeezing her ass, while the other slid between her legs, rubbing her through her soaked panties. My fingers were slick with her juices, and I could feel her trembling slightly under my touch.
The stoking and rubbing continued for a while.
Just as I was about to reach the peak, she stopped.
She pulled away, leaving me aching and unsatisfied, my hands suddenly empty. The softness of her body was gone, and so was the intense pleasure.
"I'm sorry, young master," she said, her tone switching back to professional. "As much as I'd like to continue, there are other matters to attend to. You're already running late for your daily schedule. You need to wash up and get ready before breakfast. Master and Madam will be upset if you miss the family meal." Lily said with a coy smile, her eyes sparkled mischievously, clearly aware of the tension she'd caused.
"Damn! Can't we just continue a little longer? I was this close!" I grumbled, still throbbing with unfulfilled desire.
She gave a small, playful smile and shook her head. "You can't be late for the family meal unless you want to upset your father. But don't worry, I'll make sure to attend to you later."
"Now please, get up and get ready. I'll send the other maids to assist you."
With that, she exited the room, but not before casting one last glance back at me, a smirk playing on her lips. Damn it, I thought. I just got blue-balled on my first day in this world.
I sighed, throwing the covers off. "Let's cool down with a cold bath."
Just as Lily had promised, two other maids entered the room, bowing politely. "Good morning, young master. We're here to help you wash up."
Great. More distractions. My mind raced as I took in their appearance. They were petite, with smaller, modest boobs, but there was a certain charm to their slim figures. Their short maid uniforms only added to their appeal, and once again, I could feel myself getting hard. What's wrong with me? What's wrong with the women of this world? I thought. Are all the women in this world so beautiful and… lascivious?
If they helped me wash, there was no way I'd make it to breakfast on time. I waved them off. "No need. I'll wash on my own. Just prepare a cold bath and leave my clothes on the bed."
They complied without question, quickly preparing everything before leaving me alone. As I entered the bathroom, I was hit by yet another surprise. This place wasn't just luxurious—it was a marvel of magic and technology combined. Floating orbs of light hovered in the air, responding to voice commands and adjusting the brightness on command. The shower system used magical formations to summon water from thin air, powered by mana stones embedded in the fixtures.
I knew about this from the game. Magic engineering, a unique field developed in Eldora, had advanced the comforts of life far beyond what I'd imagined a medieval setting would have. Yet, seeing it all in person felt different. It was strange to be inside a game I had only played on a screen, seeing details that were just background features before. Now, they were my reality.
This moment adds a fascinating layer to your protagonist's awareness of the game world, creating an interesting tension between his real self and the persona he's inhabiting. His internal struggle with whether the world is influencing his actions gives depth to the character.
As I stepped out of the shower and caught my reflection in the mirror, it felt like I was staring at a stranger. The face looking back at me was absurdly handsome—sharp jawline, perfectly tousled hair, and piercing eyes that could probably make anyone swoon. Was this really me now?
It didn't feel real.
I ran a hand through my damp hair, still marveling at the figure in the mirror. Arthur Ludwig, heir to the House of Ludwig. But how could someone with a face like this be nothing more than an extra in the game? Someone unmentioned, overshadowed by the protagonist? I couldn't help but smirk at the irony.
Still, my mind lingered on the earlier incident with Lily. It all happened too fast. One minute, I was meeting her for the first time, and the next, my hands were inside her skirt. The whole encounter felt off, almost scripted. Was I always this… perverted?
Sure, I'd been aware that this world was based on an eroge game—characters like Lily were designed for these kinds of scenes—but it didn't explain why I acted on impulse. Was the world affecting my mind, making me more impulsive, more attuned to the desires it was built on? That thought unsettled me.
I exhaled, deciding to test it out later. For now, I would play along, try to keep up appearances, and figure out this world from the inside.
Feeling more composed, I walked to the door and opened it. The moment I stepped out, I was hit with yet another surprise. How many times am I going to be surprised today?
The Ludwig estate was vast. The hallway before me was lined with exquisite paintings and decorated with lavish furnishings. Everything from the marble floors to the ornate chandeliers screamed wealth and status. It felt like I had walked into a palace.
So, this is my new life now, huh? I thought to myself. Not bad for an extra. Maybe living in this world is not that bad after all.